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letra de spit - acot

[verse 1]
i started rappin’
now, these b-tches reachin’ for my britches
i went ghost like prince did
an’ burned a bunch of bridges
ralph all up on me
i’m a rapper, man
toss the baggie like a javelin
i’ll neva’ go to jail
i’ll probably go to h-ll
i’m waitin’ for the rapture, man
she told me that she used to f-ck with b-tches
that’s a hasbian
her name was madison
she only wanna be a friend
but everytime she comes
i come too
all on the abdomen

[hook]
acot
spell it out for me. (spell it out for me)
an’ it better be with caps
like i was shootin’ back. (was shootin’ back)
an’ you better come correct
i’m comin’ for your neck. (for your neck)
i’m comin’ next
so, pay respect before i take a seat

[verse 2]
tell me how i did this sh-t without no f-ckin’ help
look i’m by myself
an’ holdin’ up just like a f-ckin’ belt
young f-ck rappers snitchin’ on themselves
i miss the way it felt
when i was pushin’
i could taste the wealth
if i could then i would kiss myself
a pretty b-tch
i’m feelin’ somethin’ like (?)
brown skin an’ i was born in california
gettin’ bored of ya’
this that coney island sh-t
like i’m a warrior

[bridge]
-have that
i’m searchin’ for some other sh-t
’cause buddy, i’m beyond rap
i reach beyond that

[verse 3]
we livin’ in a f-cked up place
with not much sp-ce in a
a world with race
so, check your face an’, uh
so, change your views
an’ sing your blues an’, uh
man, f-ck the news

- acot

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